To the lady in the hospital business office where I’m having a minor surgery done in the morning:
Let me give you a big fat fuck you. Thanks ever so much for your fine display of compassion when I came to discuss paying for my surgery. I’m so very sorry that I make too much money to qualify for a medical card. I’m fucking sorrier I don’t have insurance. I’m sorry I can’t afford to pay for my surgery outright, and I fucking refuse to take out a loan to do it. May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your underwear, bitch.
To my bitch of a supervisor:
Thank you for being as horrid to me as a recurring fungus on my rectum. You’re a bitch. I hate you. You know that I work any and all hours you schedule me. Thanks for cutting my hours this week, even though I was sick last week and missed ONE day, and desperately need to work and make some money. I fucking appreciate it. Now that someone else in my department is very, very sick, and you need to replace six of her shifts, I won’t do it. No matter how much I need the money. It would help you out and I’d rather be eaten alive by mosquitoes. Fuck You.
I hope your husband finds out that you’re openly having an affair with one of your employees. In fact, I’m positive he will. I hope he leaves you and you can’t do it on your own, especially since you’ve been quoted as saying, “why leave him? he takes care of me.” You’re a fucking cuntwidget and I can only hope that one day the horrible shit you do comes back on you.
That’s all for now, I’m too pissed to even think straight…